She remembered an incident she had been involved in where she had been about the same age as her daughter. It had happened with a friend, a very sexy young friend. They had begun talking about boys, making themselves excited. Before either of them knew it, they were in the garage fingerfucking one another, coming in squealing delight. It had been very exciting to feel another cunt, she remembered, feeling, the heat of a different cunt, the wetness of it. It was also the first time anyone else had touched her cunt. But it had been enough to explode Susan into a fierce, burning sexuality that was difficult to control.

Looking at her daughter, she wondered if Karen had done the same thing with another girl, or perhaps one of the young boys who seemed to be hanging around their home the past few months. Some of the boys were friends of Billy, but Susan knew most were there because of their interest in Karen.

Karen finished her lunch. She wiped milk from her mouth and grinned. "It's going to beanother hot day, mother," she said, looking at the clock above the sink. "And it isn't even noon yet."

"I like hot days," Susan said.

"You're dressed for it." Karen told her mother, looking at the tight shorts and skimpy halter. "In fact, you're hardly dressed at all."

Susan smiled. "Neither are you, baby."

Karen was wearing a pair of extremely tight shorts, her cute, round ass outlined, with an inch or so other sweet ass cheeks exposed. The crotch was so tight the little cunt lips puffed out deliciously. "And I don't think you have any panties on under those tight shorts."

"I don't see any on you, either," Karen shot back, an impish grin on her face, her eyes sparkling. "I don't think you ever wear panties, mother."

"So you noticed, did you?"

"I notice more than you think."

For just a second Susan thought Karen knew about her and Billy, but her daughter's eyes did not show it. Then a new thought came to her; she didn't really give a damn if Karen did know. In fact, it was kind of exciting to think perhaps Karen did know.